| Τα xειϱόɣϱαφα του Φϑινοπώϱου/ Φύλλα Ημεϱολοɣίου |

Who knows what will happen tomorrow
or who never learned what happened yesterday,
My years were lost here and there
in rooms, on trains, in dreams.

But sometimes
the voice of a woman as night falls
looks like a goodbye of an age ended

And those missing days of you, oh February,
may they be attributed to us in paradise.

— Tassos Leivaditis

Λειβαδίτης

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